If I've lied to you all along, if I've done you any wrong, or if I were to die tonight, what would you do, my dear?

Softly she whispered in my ear, "If you've lied, I'll cry. If you've done me any wrong, I'll make sure it won't happen again, to anyone. And if you were to die tonight my dear... well I'll call the corner quick cause the smell will make me sick"

As I slowly became aware of the red warmth oozing from a pass through my center,

She sweetly added, "Oh and baby, there is no bloody 'if'".